Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
I curled my fingers around his shaft and shivered with need. I didn’t think I’d survive slow. But I had a couple of questions. “I hate to ask for specifics and potentially kill the mood here, but…what exactly are we going to begin?”
He gave a half laugh. “That’s up to you, Theo. What do you want?”
“I want to taste you. Please.”
“Do it.”
I was on my knees, nuzzling against his cotton-covered balls in a flash.
And let me just take another moment to say…this was not me. Theodore Belden did not put out on the first date. The old me didn’t take risks—certainly not for the sake of pleasure. But the new me was a shameless hedonist.
Screw propriety. Screw regret. I was a man on a mission…a dick mission.
I held eye contact as I lowered Scott’s briefs, swallowing hard when his cock sprang forward and hit my cheek. Yikes! He was big. And thick. I remembered thinking he was a handful when I stroked him at the airport. But now I worried I’d never get this beast inside me. If I did, I’d feel him for days. And that was what I really wanted.
On that thought, I closed my fist at his base, licked his slit, and twirled my tongue around the wide mushroom head while I fondled his balls. Then I tightened my grip and pumped his cock a few times before swallowing him whole.
Time to show off those skills I’d bragged about last week.
I worked him over with long pulls, stroking and sucking like a renegade Hoover and rolling my tongue along his shaft. I made sure to pay attention to his balls too. I even showed off my deep-throat game—which, I had to brag, was impressive.
I was in my element, so attuned to the moment and my lover that I would have happily stayed on my knees all night.
Scott had other ideas.
He tugged at my hair, blinking wildly. “Stop.”
I admired the view as he helped me to my feet. With his jeans and briefs around his ankles, his shirt undone, and his thick cock jutting in front of him, he looked like a god.
“Fuck me,” I murmured against his lips.
“You sure?”
“Very, very sure.”
He plunged his tongue into my mouth and didn’t release me till I saw stars. Then he kicked off his shoes and stripped, chuckling at my awestruck expression. “Christ, you’re good for my ego. This way, baby.”
Scott took my hand and led me to the adjacent bedroom. I didn’t get the impression there was much to see beyond the bed and an arched window covered by a thin navy drape, but I didn’t have a chance to snoop. He was all over me, rocking my world with spine-tingling kisses as he made quick work of my shoes, socks, jeans, and oxford shirt.
I moaned when he kneeled between my spread thighs and slipped his fingers under the elastic of my briefs.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he murmured, licking a sensual path along the column of my neck. He moved south to flick my nipples and brush his beard over my ribs, biting the elastic of my boxer briefs playfully.
I chuckled, running my fingers through his hair. “You’re tickling me.”
I didn’t quite trust his repentant expression, but before I could comment, his teasing look became sultry. He gave me a thorough once-over, lingering where my briefs dipped to my V-line.
Don’t get excited. I was fit, but my abs were pretty darn ordinary. No sharp planes or toned valleys here. But Scott definitely liked whatever he saw. His nostrils flared and his eyes went half-mast.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
And you know, for the first time in my life, I felt beautiful. Not cute or sweet or dependable…no, I felt sexy and very powerful. I held eye contact as I slid my fingers down my chest and gripped myself through my briefs.
“Touch me.”
Scott sucked in a gulp of air and growled. Half a beat later, my boxer briefs were gone, leaving me buck-naked with a horny bearded hunk between my spread legs.
He lavished me with porny praise and I sucked up every nasty word. “Such a pretty cock, fucking sexy boy. Show me that hole, baby. That’s it. I want to fuck you. I want to be inside you so bad…”
You know…the kind of monologue you could only whimper along to like a preening pet.
I let him do whatever the hell he wanted, moaning aloud when he licked his middle finger and teased my crease.
“Give it to me,” I begged.
He pulled away instead and returned with supplies. The telltale snap of a lube bottle and the tear of a condom wrapper was followed by a slick digit breaching my hole. I propped my weight on my elbows to enjoy the show when he bent to suck my cock as he finger-fucked me…one finger, two fingers, three.